They say she was stolen from them, but how can you be stolen from a life you were too young to remember? How can you hate the woman you have always called mom, because strangers tell you to? How do you survive in a family when they are the ones who have stolen your life and replaced it with a nightmare?

They were the ferret and the mudblood: bitter enemies by day but something completely different by night. AU of seventh year. Dramione fluff, high T rating.